I saw this fifties era truck parked in Gold Hill, I thought about generational experiences and driving my family’s farm 1962 International Loadstar grain truck. There is a certain skillfulness to get the choke, gas, and acceleration right, to rev and warm up the engine; the aggression of the raging straight pipe to keep it idle. Too much or too little of each in combination will just stall it out. To bring it to a stop is another challenge. There will be a moment when this will all become second nature, like with the other equipment I’ve figured out how to run. Being removed from the farm, this all seems a little more intriguing and recreational; out here it seems more like it is a learned skill rather than a generational gap.